The Comet of Fate

Long ago, millions and trillions of years ago, a comet was born. The comet was by no means large, but as it traveled across the universe it grew bigger. What started as a mere pebble grew to the size of a mountain. As it traveled it consumed anything and everything that it made contact with: asteroids, stars, and even planets, leaving nothing behind. Not even a black hole could satisfy the hunger of that comet. This comet came to be known as, The Comet of Fate. As one day that comet will grow to the size of the universe and devour the existence of space itself, as it will become. . . The new universe.

Somewhere in space, a scouter ship floating around piloted by two men wearing uniforms.

"This is unit S13, reporting in, to Central Unit ."

"We read you. Go ahead."

"Fate is nowhere in sight on these four coordinates you should be receiving."

"Understood. Make your way down to your next positions."

"Roger that."

The man places the radio transceiver back in its slot.

"If you ask me this whole Comet Fate situation is a bunch of bullshit."

"Oh come on, Dale. You know we've been over this. The legend says-"

"That we gon' be consumed by some giant fuckin' comet? Yeah, right? I still don't buy it. Not even for a damn second. I just don't understand how you listen to all that crap, Fred."

Fred leaned back against his white leather chair letting out a sigh of annoyance.

"Dale. It's more than just a legend. It's-"

"Real? And I'm telling you it ain't! We just sittin' here in space wasting our resources, wasting our time, and wasting our money looking for this damn flying ice cube."

"It's a comet."

"Right, my bad. A damn flying ice cube with some rocks and a tail stuck to it."

"God damn it, Dale."

Fred places his hand onto his face covering his disbelief.

"Now don't go and start spewing some chivalry code of honor stupid shit too man! I know and I am telling you that this whole damn thing is bogus!"

Fred lets out another sigh.

"If you hate our job so much, then why don't you quit?"

"You know damn well why I can't quit, stupid! This job pays too damn well. It got me a nice jacuzzi and some champagne in a cool lil ice bucket to go with it! And maybe a nice girl if we feelin' it. You know what I'm sayin' Fred? Eh? Hahaha!"

"No....no I don't."

Dale gives Fred a small shove on the shoulder.

"Don't give me no small chub reaction man. Don't act like you wouldn't enjoy that kind of leisurely life. Anybody would gladly take that laidback leisure lifestyle any day of the week, easily."

"That's not what I'm saying, Dale."

"Then what? What else could you possibly be sayin?"

"I'm saying why don't you just find a different job that pays just as well?"

Dale pauses for a second staring straight at Fred.

"Now that's just cold man."

Fred confused and shocked.

"What!?"

"Nah! Don't act all confused on me now, man! I thought we were homies, but shit, just me then alright that's cool."

"What are you saying now?"

"Man, why do you care now? The damage has already been dealt. Just take us to the next coordinate."

"Oh come on. You can not be serious, Dale."

"I am serious!"

"First, you start by saying you don't believe in the legend. Then you say you don't like the job. Now you're distancing yourself from me."

"I may have started the first two, but you did the last one. UN-HOMIE!"

"What the fuck is an 'Un-homie?"

"That's what you are, an Un-homie. A certified untrue, unclean, unreal, Un-homie!"

"That's-that's not even a real word!"

"It is now, Un-homie!"

"Well, I guess that's it then! I'll just take us to the spot and you can keep up your unintelligent actions and behavior."

"Yeah, sure. Let me just take back the memories of what I thought we had seven years of friendship in as well! Since you clearly didn't see it the way I did!"

"What!? What are you on about!? Of course, I see value in our friendship!"

"Now that's more bullshit than the fucking Comet of Fake!"

"It's Comet of Fate and it's not bullshit!"